Cliveden on Thames

Posted on April 23, 2015


Thus pass the temperate hours : but when the sun
Shakes from his noon-day throne the scattering clouds.
Even shooting listless languor thro’ the deeps;
Then seek the bank where flowering elders croud,
Where scatter wild the lily of the vale
Its balmy essence breathes, where cowslips hang
The dewy head, where purple violets lurk.

The Seasons – James ThomsonĀ 

DSC_0464 DSC_0480 DSC_0493 DSC_0501 DSC_0506 DSC_0516 DSC_0525 DSC_0540 DSC_0544 DSC_0600 DSC_0604 DSC_0609 DSC_0626 All photographs copyright Claire Shropshall